. . . Researching car insurance policies for the state of California. This blows. Really, really hard.
I’m still wrangling all of this car stuff that’s decided to reign my bank account and time into smithereens.
Still on my to-do list before my “arraignment” in July: (They actually wrote “arraignment” on a letter and I’m supposed to plead guilty or not guilty. Whatthefuck!)
- Get my front windows re-tinted to abide by California law.
- Study/take the writing portion of the California Drivers License Test.
- Get all the vehicle registration title papers finalized by my parents, who live on the other side of country.
- Pay fees associated with registration.
- Get a smog test.
- Get a new car insurance policy for California.
- Pay fees associated with violations.
- Go cry in a corner.
Sometimes, when I’m overwhelmed with “grown-up” stuff, I really just want to curl up in a ball and roll down a hill. A long, winding hill, that drops off at a meadow filled with seeded dandelions and tulips with a pond nearby. It would be nearing dusk and the fireflies will swarm my hands. Not in a vexing way, but more of a “you can catch us if you would like” way. And there will be a food stand that only serves dark-chocolate M&Ms and Reese’s Pieces and semi-chilled cups of water for the time being. Nat King Cole will sing “On the Street Where You Live” and I’ll just fall asleep after staring at the nighttime sky that highlights the cosmos in bright turquoise.
If you’ve ever wondered where I go when I’m stressed out, I go there.
In other news, the roomies and I just started season 3 of Breaking Bad. If you’ve never watched Breaking Bad, I feel sorry for you, and you should go watch the first season right this second. Or don’t. Whatev. I really don’t feel sorry for you. But I do believe it’s a fantastic show.
oh mel, gee . . . 
Not to get you more stressed but make sure you have all the necessary paperwork to switch the name over on your car. I had to go back and forth like 5 times and they still wouldn’t do it. It was a bitch to say the least!
Ah. The DMV and California Highway Patrol has made me their bitch. Thanks for the heads up!